I am obsessed with intense total-enclosure bondage, and can afford to pay someone to subject me to it, almost permanently. I also suffer from satyriasis, the male equivalent of nymphomania, so I am almost insatiable in my sexual needs. I'm in my 20's by the way. Long story, incl. childhood trauma....Anyway I lucked onto an ex-prison guard who was fired for "abusing inmates" He's fifty-ish, small, looks like a stereotypical CPA, complete with wire glasses and a toothbrush mustache. Mild-mannered demeanor hides a huge streak of cruelty, which he can wallow in, with me, subject to certain well-defined limits and safeguards. So, I am a willing prisoner in my own home, and really savor our role-playing in which he is still the guard, dispensing punishment and sexual abuse, to his heart's content. I heard about a laboratory experimenting with Viagra-type drugs, and willing to pay well for what is commonly known as "pre-cum" as well as sperm. I told him he could have every cent they would pay him for whatever he cares to collect from me, limited only by my ability to produce, and his ability to make me produce it! Consequently I spend a LOT of time locked up in an old Vietnam-era ex-army body-bag, of strong. heavily-rubberized material, my goodies protruding through a small zippered opening, exposed and vulnerable when the zipper is snugged tight round the roots, preventing me from withdrawing them out of "harm's" way! He works on me incessantly, while reminiscing about his activities in corrections, and has made enough money in the last year to buy himself a brand-new Buick!
I have virtually disappeared from the world, having no family or friends, and no need financially, to work. He maintains that the arrangement is lifetime, and says he's good for another thirty plus years, coming from long-lived genes. Sometimes I am transferred under Taser threat, to a full latex suit, utterly inescapable without outside help, so he can "exercise" me, and make me work out. He feeds me an incredibly healthy diet of concoctions, which I dislike, but cannot avoid. Says he has to keep me healthy, and fit! I thought at first he wasn't interested in sexual activity for himself, but eventually he began face-fucking me, in the bag, through a small zippered opening at my mouth, and became almost as greedy as me! I am utterly dependent on him, and hope this arrangement goes on for ever! Takes all kinds, huh?

I married a much older woman, very active in crafting, quilting, sewing, and not very affectionate or loving, due to childhood trauma which she never would discuss, except in the vaguest terms. She never was interested in sex, but felt that a certain minimal attention to her "investment" was required. As I gradually revealed the depths of my obsession with total-enclosure confinement, she discovered that this had an addictive pleasure for her damaged psyche, and she participated with staggering cooperation and enthusiasm, exploring the limits of such behavior methodically and mercilessly. We live in an old rambling house, with many alterations over the years, and the den I turned into a sewing room for her, contained an alcove about eight feet by four, with a door-sized opening into it. At her insistence, I turned it into a sound-proof cell, with a wrought-iron 'barred' door, under a heavy sound-proofed outer door, into the sewing room. And there I lived, permanently, with a small mattress, a chair, and a bucket. There were various methods of totally enclosing me, from total sensory deprivation leather helmets, locked in place, to strait-jackets, full-head ex-Russian Army gas-masks, with or without sight, and with brass valves epoxied into the filter receptacle, as a substitute for the rubber hose that had dangled from the 'snout' to loose-fitting latex suits with attached hoods, feet and mittens. Once zipped up the back to the neck, and down the back of the hood so the metal tags met, and could share a brass padlock, they were inescapable. So she sewed and quilted, with her new-age music, as I stood at the barred door, often in forced silence, sometimes tied to it, with my goodies protruding through the bars, waiting for her to take a 'break' and torture me with lengthy orgasm denial, driving me to the point of insanity, with need to come, before going back to her 'work' leaving me in silent, agonizing frustration, until the next 'break'! This was fascinating stuff for a masochistic bondage freak like me, and when I was able to speak, I told her how much I loved and appreciated her, which made her quite girlish! Months went by, in agonies of orgasm delay and denial, and any time I got out, to carry out some chores, or get showered, she threatened me with a stun gun, until I resumed my 'rightful' position. Then one day her mother arrived to visit, at the age of about seventy-five, and I was shut away behind the soundproof door. Until suddenly it opened, and I was introduced to the white-haired harridan, who soon made it plain she thought her daughter was much too easy-going with me, and encouraged her to go off to a quilting festival out of state, leaving me at the tender mercies of this dreadful old woman! She was incredibly horny, still! She took me to her bed, in the guest room, strait-jacketed, and raped me over and over, my mouth filled with her tobacco-tasting tongue, her spry old body moving on top of me in slow intense, endless couplings, which she controlled by threat, into the length of time that satisfied her. To make a long story short, she moved in permanently, and her daughter told her she could do what she wanted with me, as it was all too much trouble for her, anyway! They're reading this over my shoulder, approvingly, and now it's time to return to my cell.

My husband is in prison for beating me. I visited once and said I forgave him and brought a sexy video. He smiled and said he loved me. I played a video of me sucking our best man's cock first then I hold the camera and say I love gagging on cum. I'm going to let your best friend fuck my tight ass in the parking lot. Think about his huge cock pounding your wifes pussy!
Then he sat beside me and said he should see her rub it. She asked if he likes seeing her hold dick. He asked her to not do this and she smiled then said she likes how she doesn't get beat up anymore unless daddy's dick punished her then hand me the phone. He begs me to stop but I tell him we paid the guard to not stop us. Now you are going to watch your wife get a mouth filled with cum. He watched us then cried and apologized. She picked up the phone and said he is a coward and she never loved him. Think about my tight body getting fucked while you rot in here. So hot

I have hated the plain-Jane retired librarian next door, for years! The reasons have become blurred gradually. Anyway, one summer evening I was out in the garden, when I noticed one of her blinds had caught up, and one corner was unscreened. So I crept up and peered inside. What I saw made my jaw drop! She was naked, with the old trenchcoat she wore in the garden, chained over her head, with a padlock! She was slowly masturbating herself, luxuriously, and with no sense of urgency! On an impulse I went round her property, looking for an open window or an unlocked door, and found the sliding patio doors weren't locked. I eased them open, and crept inside silently, until I stood right next to her. A bunch of keys ;lay on the coffee table, and I quietly scooped them up and pocketed them. I sat down to watch her antics, fascinated and more than a little horny myself! She had a surprisingly good body for a senior. Finally she convulsed with muffled cries, and lay back spent. A while longer, she groped blindly for the keys, which of course were no longer accessible. She crawled on her hands and knees looking for them, and on another impulse, I got behind her and stroked her asshole ever so gently! She writhed and twisted, but I sat on her,, forcing her facedown on the carpet, and resumed my gentle torture, as she struggled in vain to get out from under my 200lb bulk. Before long, she gave up struggling, panting inside the folds of heavy material hooding her, and just plain surrendered to her fate.. I pulled the belt out of the old Burberry, and bound her wrists behind her back, then hauled her to her feet, sat down in a big leather recliner, and forced her onto my lap, thighs wide apart over the padded arms of the chair, and began to torment her hyper-sensitive sex mercilessly, as her enforced position left it wide open and utterly vulnerable to my expert fingers. As long as I remained silent she would have no idea who was humiliating her so delightfully. I forced her to come SEVEN times that evening, each one more intense than the last, until latterly she urinated helplessly as she came, in the ultimate humiliation! I lifted her off me, and led her to the bedroom, where a huge holdall lay wide open, full of really exotic bondage equipment!! Wow! The old bat was into S & M, B & D,, all that scene! Really shocking, but very exciting! I found an actual strait-jacket, and forced her into that, buckling her in tight, with NO possibility of escape, without help, then I unlocked the chain round her neck,, and left the old coat loose over her head while I sorted through all the goodies, until I found a complex hood of soft heavy leather, with buckles and stuff, which I worked over her head, under the coat, so she still never got a look at me. Then I locked it in place, tightly. and she had now only a small nylon zipper across her mouth, and two air holes right above it.. I opened it, and she gasped in lungfuls of air, and said shakily "Who are you...? What do you want? Why are you doing this?" Naturally I didn't answer, just smeared some handy Ben Gay into her sex, heavily, and went back home, clutching keys! Then I changed my mind and returned, found some Tabasco sauce in her kitchen, and stirred it well into the goop in her sex, then left! Her muffled shrieks could be heard outside the house even, but she never had visitors, so it didn't worry me. I had locked the front door behind me, and would use the same sliding door when I returned. Now it was time to take care of my own needs! I would get a good night's sleep then return and torture her for the whole weekend, undisturbed! She would be lucky ever to see the light of day again, I told myself, savoring the thrill the thought gave me. I had so enjoyed making her come over and over again, her hyper-sensitive erogenous zones outraged with over-stimulation! There would be lots more of that, and no escape for her, ever again! I owned the old harridan, permanently! In fact, I thought I might rent out my house, and move in with her, thus saving a ton of money every month, and giving me much much more time with her helpless captivity!